So much

There is…so much

I watch as sunlight dances on the ground, and wonder

What WORLD is this?

A Plague to stricken, Whose grip tightens

A Light…bobbing in b r e a t h l e s s waves

Tender hands of solace…a cherished touch

A deeper contact, longing to be FIXED

An echo of laughter

“The Before Times” so rich with Colour

And now…

A waiting heart, filling seconds with the unexpected

and in here…THIS:

I am meant to still create

A wholeness that trickles into being…

and the Sun shivers and weeps

As Snow returns on Springtime


Paula Antonello, Prose. Copyright: Wednesday, April 15, 2020.

Image: Four Seasons by P.Antonello.